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"
At
once
,
as
she
said
this
,
Roberta
's
heart
gave
a
pained
and
weakening
throb
,
for
in
saying
so
much
she
had
exhibited
more
individuality
and
defiance
than
ever
he
had
seen
or
that
she
fancied
herself
capable
of
in
connection
with
him
.
It
terrified
her
not
a
little
.
Perhaps
he
would
not
like
her
so
much
now
if
she
were
going
to
talk
like
that
.
His
mood
darkened
immediately
.
Why
did
she
want
to
act
so
?
She
was
too
cautious
,
too
afraid
of
anything
that
spelled
a
little
life
or
pleasure
.
Other
girls
were
not
like
that
--
Rita
,
those
girls
at
the
factory
.
She
pretended
to
love
him
.
She
did
not
object
to
his
holding
her
in
his
arms
and
kissing
her
under
a
tree
at
the
end
of
the
street
.
But
when
it
came
to
anything
slightly
more
private
or
intimate
,
she
could
not
bring
herself
to
agree
.
What
kind
of
a
girl
was
she
,
anyhow
?
What
was
the
use
of
pursuing
her
?
Was
this
to
be
another
case
of
Hortense
Briggs
with
all
her
wiles
and
evasions
?
Of
course
Roberta
was
in
no
wise
like
her
,
but
still
she
was
so
stubborn
.
Although
she
could
not
see
his
face
she
knew
he
was
angry
and
quite
for
the
first
time
in
this
way
.
"
All
right
,
then
,
if
you
do
n't
want
to
,
you
do
n't
have
to
,
"
came
his
words
and
with
decidedly
a
cold
ring
to
them
.
"
There
are
others
places
I
can
go
.
I
notice
you
never
want
to
do
anything
I
want
to
do
,
though
.
I
'd
like
to
know
how
you
think
we
're
to
do
.
We
ca
n't
walk
the
streets
every
night
.
"
His
tone
was
gloomy
and
foreboding
--
more
contentious
and
bitter
than
at
any
time
ever
between
them
.
And
his
references
to
other
places
shocked
and
frightened
Roberta
--
so
much
so
that
instantly
almost
her
own
mood
changed
.
Those
other
girls
in
his
own
world
that
no
doubt
he
saw
from
time
to
time
!
Those
other
girls
at
the
factory
who
were
always
trying
to
make
eyes
at
him
!
She
had
seen
them
trying
,
and
often
.
That
Ruza
Nikoforitch
--
as
coarse
as
she
was
,
but
pretty
,
too
.
And
that
Flora
Brandt
!
And
Martha
Bordaloue
--
ugh
!
To
think
that
any
one
as
nice
as
he
should
be
pursued
by
such
wretches
as
those
.
However
,
because
of
that
,
she
was
fearful
lest
he
would
think
her
too
difficult
--
some
one
without
the
experience
or
daring
to
which
he
,
in
his
superior
world
,
was
accustomed
,
and
so
turn
to
one
of
those
.
Then
she
would
lose
him
.
The
thought
terrified
her
.
Immediately
from
one
of
defiance
her
attitude
changed
to
one
of
pleading
persuasion
.
"
Oh
,
please
,
Clyde
,
do
n't
be
mad
with
me
now
,
will
you
?
You
know
that
I
would
if
I
could
.
I
ca
n't
do
anything
like
that
here
.
Ca
n't
you
see
?
You
know
that
.
Why
,
they
'd
be
sure
to
find
out
.
And
how
would
you
feel
if
some
one
were
to
see
us
or
recognize
you
?
"
In
a
pleading
way
she
put
one
hand
on
his
arm
,
then
about
his
waist
and
he
could
feel
that
in
spite
of
her
sharp
opposition
the
moment
before
,
she
was
very
much
concerned
--
painfully
so
.
"
Please
do
n't
ask
me
to
,
"
she
added
in
a
begging
tone
.
"
Well
,
what
did
you
want
to
leave
the
Newtons
for
then
?
"
he
asked
sullenly
.
"
I
ca
n't
see
where
else
we
can
go
now
if
you
wo
n't
let
me
come
to
see
you
once
in
a
while
.
We
ca
n't
go
any
place
else
.
"
The
thought
gave
Roberta
pause
.
Plainly
this
relationship
was
not
to
be
held
within
conventional
lines
.
At
the
same
time
she
did
not
see
how
she
could
possibly
comply
.
It
was
too
unconventional
--
too
unmoral
--
bad
.
